i haven't
been at my own house this early since i've been back.
it will be strange to sleep in my bed again. and it will be strange to be sleeping alone.
i'm sitting on the couch and i can't fall asleep and i can see the christmas lights that line the balcony out of the corner of my eye and all i can think about is how welcoming it is to see my house on the top of the hill driving down edmundson with those same christmas lights blinking and flashing and shining my way HOME and how could he have slept with her. and i really love my friends and i'm so grateful for the people i have in my life and i'm tired of intuition being right and i know we should break up and i drank a bit too much tonight and i haven't listened to brand new in months (with the exception of tonight) and how certain songs make you think of certain people and how i didn't let him ruin that song and how you flashback to highschool sometimes and it's really not that bad and you run into people you forgot you missed and you still drank too much and now you're rambling. it's strange the places that you find friendship, at the times when you really need it.
(i really hope you didn't read all of that)
and charlie says it's strange the times people choose to be giving and that's more truth that i can comprehend right now and do we really accept the love we think we deserve because that's sort of scary and i'm starting to wonder if it even makes a difference in the end because things change and friends leave and life doesn't stop for anybody and i wish we could just go back to when we felt infinite but i know that there's not always an amazing song playing on the radio and sometimes everyone is mad at you for the times when you are honest in a game of truth or dare but more importantly than anything there are the other that there is nothing to gain and you still care and then you know it's love.
(i really hope you've read perks of being a wallflower)
i'm cold.
(i really hope you have a good night).
it will be strange to sleep in my bed again. and it will be strange to be sleeping alone.
i'm sitting on the couch and i can't fall asleep and i can see the christmas lights that line the balcony out of the corner of my eye and all i can think about is how welcoming it is to see my house on the top of the hill driving down edmundson with those same christmas lights blinking and flashing and shining my way HOME and how could he have slept with her. and i really love my friends and i'm so grateful for the people i have in my life and i'm tired of intuition being right and i know we should break up and i drank a bit too much tonight and i haven't listened to brand new in months (with the exception of tonight) and how certain songs make you think of certain people and how i didn't let him ruin that song and how you flashback to highschool sometimes and it's really not that bad and you run into people you forgot you missed and you still drank too much and now you're rambling. it's strange the places that you find friendship, at the times when you really need it.
(i really hope you didn't read all of that)
and charlie says it's strange the times people choose to be giving and that's more truth that i can comprehend right now and do we really accept the love we think we deserve because that's sort of scary and i'm starting to wonder if it even makes a difference in the end because things change and friends leave and life doesn't stop for anybody and i wish we could just go back to when we felt infinite but i know that there's not always an amazing song playing on the radio and sometimes everyone is mad at you for the times when you are honest in a game of truth or dare but more importantly than anything there are the other that there is nothing to gain and you still care and then you know it's love.
(i really hope you've read perks of being a wallflower)
i'm cold.
(i really hope you have a good night).